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Post by Storm on Aug 23, 2011 17:05:18 GMT -5
Shadowclaw snorted and glared down at Mosspaw. "What are you staring at me like that? Let's go." he growled, turning and making his way towards the camp entrance. He shot a glance back at his Apprentice, "Hurry up.", before disappearing through the tunnel of brambles.
((Terri))
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Post by Python on Aug 23, 2011 17:08:55 GMT -5
ooc;; this is probably going to be the dumbest question I'll ever ask, but that means to switch to territory, right?
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Post by Storm on Aug 23, 2011 17:11:54 GMT -5
((Yes. x3 ))
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Post by Wolfstorm on Aug 23, 2011 17:44:31 GMT -5
"I wonder how Amberpelt is." Wildpaw muttered as he groomed his cream tabby pelt. He looked over at the warriors den, wondering if his mentor has woken up yet. Owlscream licked her lips as she finished her squirrel, blood dripping off of her fangs. Grabbing the remains, she trotted towards the Dirt Tunnel to desponce of the bones.
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Post by Storm on Aug 23, 2011 18:36:05 GMT -5
Amberpelt yawned, emerging from the Warriors den. She glanced around, looking for a familiar white pelt but sighed sadly. Whitefang was no where in sight. Instead, she trotted over to Wildpaw and greeted him with a cheerful nod. "Hey, ready for an adventure?" she asked, trying not to laugh at her little joke she was about to play.
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Post by Wolfstorm on Aug 23, 2011 18:42:03 GMT -5
Wildpaw looked over his shoulders as his mentor greeted him. "Sure!" he meowed exticed, rising to his paws. "What are we doing today Amberpelt? Hunting?" the cream tabby asked, hoping they were going hunting again. He was always a poor fighter, so he found himself enjoying hunting better than old fighting.
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Post by Storm on Aug 23, 2011 18:58:00 GMT -5
Amberpelt smiled. "We're going hunting, but not for prey." she explained. "Today we'll be gathering moss for the Elders nests." She knew that Wildpaw wouldn't be excited, but she didn't mind fetching moss for the Elders now and then. Sometimes she even listened to their stories.
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Post by Wolfstorm on Aug 23, 2011 19:01:33 GMT -5
Wildpaw nodded, even thought a disapointed look was pianted on his face. "Alright. I think some of the best moss grow at Hollow Trunk, right?" he asked, making sure he didn't make a mistake.
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Post by Storm on Aug 23, 2011 19:10:35 GMT -5
Amberpelt nodded. "Good job. Alright, let's get going." she meowed, flicking her tail as a signal to follow her. She trotted over to the camp entrance and squeezed through the tunnel of brambles.
((Terri))
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Post by Python on Aug 24, 2011 12:54:11 GMT -5
Mosspaw was sitting in some shade, tired from training with Shadowclaw. She was nibbling at the pad of her paw, pulling out pieces of grass and dirt as she groomed her messy pelt. The brown she-cat was in no good mood at the moment, but at least no one was bothering her yet.
She flicked her tail as she finished cleaning her paw and moved on to her chest, licking off the grime from training. One of her paws hurt a bit -- she wondered briefly if she had sprained it in some way during training, but she didn't remember feeling any pain, only frustration at her mentor as well as some excitement when it felt more like a real battle than training. Training was never as fun or exciting as a real battle.
She finished licking her chest clean and became bored with that, so instead just lowered herself to the ground and tucked her paws under her chest, watching the camp through narrow, green slits in the shade, wondering if anything very interesting would happen. As she lied there, she started to doze a bit, drifting into her own world, but she didn't fall asleep.
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